Re: Steer me, part 8
anonymous
April 1 2012, 10:27:26 UTC
Two steps, a fraction of a second, and she's in his arms, resting her forehead against his shoulder. For a moment, neither of them breathe; as she closes her eyes, she can hear him exhale and feel his chest heave against her body. They stand like that for a while, unmoved and unflinching before her hands move up to his back, holding him, exploring the planes of his back and the strength of his shoulders. Then, as though he's turned the decision over in his head, she feels his hands on her as well, skirting along the sides of her body and up towards her neck and her hair. She blinks, almost convinced she's asleep but she isn't. The reality, however, is rapidly morphing into a blur of dress blues and visible, palpable markings of ranks in the merciless lights surrounding them, reminding her that this is the ultimate way to destroy her career but she knows, in some pragmatic part of her consciousness that she won't live when this is over anyway so it hardly matters. It hardly matters, and Hackett has warm, strong hands and a voice that slips in between all the broken layers of her mind, comforting and thrilling in equal measures.
“I-” she begins as his fingers run over the back of her neck and through her hair, blunt nails scraping gently at her scalp. She takes his other hand and moves it between them, presses it between her legs which causes him to groan unexpectedly and her to whimper as she feels the pressure of it remain even when she removes her own hand. He rubs her through the layer of clothes, his hand rocking carefully back and forth.
“Please,” she murmurs, her lips stuck in the warm, pulsating curve of his neck where he smells of after shave and weapons, of metal and skin. “Please, I-”
“It's all right,” he interrupts in a low, throaty voice that undoes her completely.
One of his hands rests firmly on her hip, while the other is still where she wants it; she moves against his palm almost against her will, feeling her legs weaken and her voice break and when his fingers move up to her belt, she lets out a low cry of impatience.
He smirks a little. When he has unbuttoned her pants and his fingers have found her wet and warm and ready, he finally kisses her. Slowly, deeply, expertly he kisses her while the strokes between her legs continue in the same rhythm; their tongues press against each other as his thumb rub over her clitoris - a little flicker at first, the another one, until she presses him up against the cool fish tank and he chuckles into her hair.
She comes before they have even removed their clothes, comes with a shudder and a moan into his mouth as she rocks against his hips, feeling him harden under her.
He undresses her thoroughly, taking his time, definitely enjoying himself, she thinks and feels a flash of something close to pride when she notices his gaze go darker as his hands frees her breasts. She unbuttons his shirt and lets her mouth roam over his flat, hard body that answers so swiftly to her touch. Moving them both to the bed, Hackett sheds his underwear and hers in the process and when they arrange themselves on the bedspread, she can feel the length of him against her belly and he groans when she pushes herself up, bucking underneath him.
Re: Steer me, part 9/9
anonymous
April 1 2012, 10:28:15 UTC
Showing no sign of urgency, however, his hands and mouth explore her body even more, his lips unearthing secret spots along her skin and inside her as he moves down the taut line of her body to kiss away the remains of release from the inner of her thighs. She digs her fingers into the muscles of his back, into his short hair, stirring again at his attention. As he motions himself up again, tasting of her, smelling of her, she takes him inside and they both tense at first, then relaxing into the rhythm he sets.
He kisses her as he comes, then swirls two fingers down to help her once more and this time the orgasm builds up like a wave, fills her and takes hold until she's panting and he holds her to him, rocking them both until they can breathe properly again.
Afterwards they both wash themselves and put their clothes back on without speaking much, but without the sense of unease she would have expected - hell, the sense of unease that has accompanied all her fantasies about this moment, she thinks, deciding to be honest with herself. It's seems to be a night for honesty.
Hackett smiles at her before he leaves, a different kind of smile, tucked-in and personal. “Watch yourself out there, Commander. That's an order.”
“Yes, sir.” She doesn't salute him, not in private. Certain things have been forever altered.
As the door closes she thinks of the future. It's still uncharted.
But the weight of it has shifted, if only momentarily.
Re: Steer me, part 9/9 - A!A
anonymous
April 2 2012, 14:16:26 UTC
Captcha knows us all too well, apparently! I <3 you so much right now, A!A - the meme needs moar Shep/Hackett, all the time! And maybe I can try some myself, if I can get people to leave me to think for more than 5 minutes :p
Re: Steer me, part 9/9
anonymous
April 1 2012, 14:11:44 UTC
HOLY...Okay, this is perfect. PERFECT. The world needs more Hackett/FemShep. Heck, the world needs more of the hotness that is Hackett, period. (You have no idea how excited I was when we finally saw his face. Listening to his voice was one of my favorite things to do.) I hope more people jump on the Hackett bandwagon, otherwise a very small group of authors are going to be inundated with begging OP's.
Re: Steer me, part 9/9
anonymous
April 1 2012, 17:01:38 UTC
A!A here. I'm glad you like it! I'm also glad I get an outlet for my Hackett-love. I don't even remember a time when I didn't have at least a mental image of him (though I think this is because I find his voice actor sexy as hell, too) because yeah, that voice = sex.
I'll gladly write much more FemShep/Hackett, that's for sure.
Re: Steer me, part 9/9
anonymous
April 1 2012, 22:35:51 UTC
You do realize I WILL hold you to that, right? There's no getting out of it now. :D (I'm thinking Hackett should join the old sex pollen trope, but maybe something a little more subtle is called for.) His voice just blows me away. Heck, his whole character blows me away with teh awesome. (I mean, seriously, he seems to be the ONLY Alliance officer who still believes in you. And the way he tries to guard your back? Priceless.)
Re: Steer me, part 9/9
anonymous
April 7 2012, 00:07:08 UTC
That was so heartbreakingly perfect I'm just, in aww here. This is definitely going down as one of my favorite fills ever, and I have a feeling I'm going to read it many more times.
Re: Steer me, part 9/9
anonymous
April 8 2012, 02:45:08 UTC
Fantastic fill! I loved their evolving relationship, and Shepard's line when she realized who Hackett was had me laughing! Thank you for this fill anon!
Re: Steer me, part 9/9
anonymous
May 12 2012, 20:22:10 UTC
A!A please write more or if you do please let me know.. somehow. Yes, I'm here to read hard to find FShep/Hackett but anything you write I read after seeing such a spot on characterization of Hackett and this beautiful, beautiful writing.
“I-” she begins as his fingers run over the back of her neck and through her hair, blunt nails scraping gently at her scalp.
She takes his other hand and moves it between them, presses it between her legs which causes him to groan unexpectedly and her to whimper as she feels the pressure of it remain even when she removes her own hand. He rubs her through the layer of clothes, his hand rocking carefully back and forth.
“Please,” she murmurs, her lips stuck in the warm, pulsating curve of his neck where he smells of after shave and weapons, of metal and skin. “Please, I-”
“It's all right,” he interrupts in a low, throaty voice that undoes her completely.
One of his hands rests firmly on her hip, while the other is still where she wants it; she moves against his palm almost against her will, feeling her legs weaken and her voice break and when his fingers move up to her belt, she lets out a low cry of impatience.
He smirks a little. When he has unbuttoned her pants and his fingers have found her wet and warm and ready, he finally kisses her. Slowly, deeply, expertly he kisses her while the strokes between her legs continue in the same rhythm; their tongues press against each other as his thumb rub over her clitoris - a little flicker at first, the another one, until she presses him up against the cool fish tank and he chuckles into her hair.
She comes before they have even removed their clothes, comes with a shudder and a moan into his mouth as she rocks against his hips, feeling him harden under her.
He undresses her thoroughly, taking his time, definitely enjoying himself, she thinks and feels a flash of something close to pride when she notices his gaze go darker as his hands frees her breasts. She unbuttons his shirt and lets her mouth roam over his flat, hard body that answers so swiftly to her touch. Moving them both to the bed, Hackett sheds his underwear and hers in the process and when they arrange themselves on the bedspread, she can feel the length of him against her belly and he groans when she pushes herself up, bucking underneath him.
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He kisses her as he comes, then swirls two fingers down to help her once more and this time the orgasm builds up like a wave, fills her and takes hold until she's panting and he holds her to him, rocking them both until they can breathe properly again.
Afterwards they both wash themselves and put their clothes back on without speaking much, but without the sense of unease she would have expected - hell, the sense of unease that has accompanied all her fantasies about this moment, she thinks, deciding to be honest with herself. It's seems to be a night for honesty.
Hackett smiles at her before he leaves, a different kind of smile, tucked-in and personal. “Watch yourself out there, Commander. That's an order.”
“Yes, sir.” She doesn't salute him, not in private. Certain things have been forever altered.
As the door closes she thinks of the future. It's still uncharted.
But the weight of it has shifted, if only momentarily.
--- the end ---
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Story was perfect and exactly what I wanted it to be. I love how you showed their "relationship" in time. :) Thank you!
* saving story * :)
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(Also, LOL at the captcha for one of the parts I posted: lubricate brass. INDEED.)
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I'll gladly write much more FemShep/Hackett, that's for sure.
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I'm in awe.
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